The scene: that backseat of my friend's minivan, about to be dropped off for a girls' evening of fun. My friend's cute little boy is keeping me company. We're chatting about, well, whatever the hell a five year old in a minivan talks about.
And then he says, "You know, Wifey, I really wish you had kids so that when I come over I'd have someone to play with."
And I say, "But we have dogs. You always like to play with our dogs."
His reply: "I know, but dogs aren't kids. They're just not."
Don't I know it, kid.